behind him and the faint rustle of paper as Tom shifted in his chair.
“How aggressive?” Tom asked.
The doctor’s hesitation frightened me more than his answer.
I clenched my fists beneath the table.
“I’ll fight for him with all I have.”
Tom reached for my hand. His fingers were warm, but trembling.
“We’ll fight together,” he said.
And we did.
Every scan terrified me. Every appointment made my stomach twist. Even a ringing phone could make my heart race.
At night, when Tom finally slept, I buried my face
